The Dragon Lady (Part 1/?)
Runway was throwing another event for The Metropolitan Museum of Art, it’s main luminary was Miranda Priestly. She was in charge of New York’s most celebrated and successful magazine, Runway. Her reputation was that of dragon lady, editor extraordinaire. Miranda’s experience in the fashion world magnified every event she was a part of, all of the world’s dignitaries were there, wanting to get a glimpse of the woman they had only heard about. About half way through she descended the grand staircase, everyone stared and clapped as she walked to the great hall. Her pale skin contrasted nicely with the deep blue dress that draped over her shoulders, as she made her way around the room. All eyes were trained on her, a pair of them belonging to Stephen. He was the boss of a multimillion dollar ad agency that promoted health and fitness products to everyday people. He had read about Miranda in the daily newspapers but had never gotten the chance to meet her. He was taken aback by her beauty. Miranda looked around the room and locked eyes with Stephen for several seconds before turning her gaze back to the person she was talking to.
Stephen continued talking to the guests as he inched his way through the crowd, until he was practically standing beside the beautiful woman. Miranda turned sensing someone behind her and was greeted by the man she saw across the room just moments earlier, he held up her hand and kissed it. Miranda was taken aback by this noble gesture pulling her hand away, nobody ever kissed her hand, especially not in public. He gave her a cheeky grin,
“Your skin is so beautiful, I had to have a taste.”
Miranda shook her head and stared icily at the gentleman, she rolled her eyes and turned around continuing her chat with a colleague. Stephen stood there and turned to the colleague, asking to excuse himself with Miranda. Miranda gasped and looked at him, furrowing her brow,
“Excuse me?”
Stephen smiled and led her over to the standing bar, handing her a glass of wine.
“I don’t believe we’ve formally met, the name’s Stephen.”
Miranda rolled her eyes at his childish antics, not finding it amusing in the least.
“Is that all you’re going to do? Roll your eyes at me?” Miranda took a long sip of her wine as she looked him over, he was tall, strong built with salt and pepper hair, she guessed him to be around her age. Stephen simply laughed.
“Oh...they were right about you.”
Miranda straightened, “Who was right?”
“You are a dragon lady.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said,” Stephen leaned in, tracing his index finger along her necklace, whispering in her ear, “You are a dragon lady, Mrs. Priestly.”
Miranda softly gasped, feeling his hot breath on her neck, she closed her eyes and quickly opened them. Stephen walked through the crowd towards the front door, she was taken aback by his forwardness,though feeling slightly intrigued by it. No one was ever that forward with her. She quickly took a last sip of her wine and set it down on the table, looking around she slowly made her way to the front, keeping her eyes on the door the whole time. She finally made her way outside and noticed Stephen sitting on the bottom step. She sighed softly and made her way down the stone stairs.
Stephen continued talking to the guests as he inched his way through the crowd, until he was practically standing beside the beautiful woman. Miranda turned sensing someone behind her and was greeted by the man she saw across the room just moments earlier, he held up her hand and kissed it. Miranda was taken aback by this noble gesture pulling her hand away, nobody ever kissed her hand, especially not in public. He gave her a cheeky grin,
“Your skin is so beautiful, I had to have a taste.”
Miranda shook her head and stared icily at the gentleman, she rolled her eyes and turned around continuing her chat with a colleague. Stephen stood there and turned to the colleague, asking to excuse himself with Miranda. Miranda gasped and looked at him, furrowing her brow,
“Excuse me?”
Stephen smiled and led her over to the standing bar, handing her a glass of wine.
“I don’t believe we’ve formally met, the name’s Stephen.”
Miranda rolled her eyes at his childish antics, not finding it amusing in the least.
“Is that all you’re going to do? Roll your eyes at me?” Miranda took a long sip of her wine as she looked him over, he was tall, strong built with salt and pepper hair, she guessed him to be around her age. Stephen simply laughed.
“Oh...they were right about you.”
Miranda straightened, “Who was right?”
“You are a dragon lady.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said,” Stephen leaned in, tracing his index finger along her necklace, whispering in her ear, “You are a dragon lady, Mrs. Priestly.”
Miranda softly gasped, feeling his hot breath on her neck, she closed her eyes and quickly opened them. Stephen walked through the crowd towards the front door, she was taken aback by his forwardness,though feeling slightly intrigued by it. No one was ever that forward with her. She quickly took a last sip of her wine and set it down on the table, looking around she slowly made her way to the front, keeping her eyes on the door the whole time. She finally made her way outside and noticed Stephen sitting on the bottom step. She sighed softly and made her way down the stone stairs.